The Paladin in the Abyss

"Thirty seconds left!"

The half-elf had just finished dealing with his opponent and immediately shouted to Lancelot, with a clear meaning: the banishment spell’s duration had only thirty seconds left, and after thirty seconds, the extremely dangerous angel golem would return.

"Alamir, can you make it?"

Lancelot was actually asking if there was enough time to heal the human scholar and the dwarven artisan, but the elf priest immediately shook his head and replied swiftly:

"Definitely not."

"What about the feign death technique?"

"Yes!"

"Then let’s do it." Lancelot tossed the dimensional bag he used for storing equipment over, "And Bruto, I need this guy to regain his combat power, right now."

"Brother, I’m already fine..."

The dwarf hadn’t even finished his sentence before the elf priest started casting. Alamir took out a small bottle from the pouch at his waist, filled with shining, translucent particles. These were diamond dust, one of the most expensive spell materials, but due to someone’s extreme actions on the Iron Ice Plains, the team was not lacking any materials related to gemstones now.

The elf priest carefully poured out some diamond dust, clenched it firmly in his hand, and then recited a prayer to Shuni, rapid to the point of sounding perfunctory, but in the next moment, a soft golden light shone from his palm.

Alamir gently held Bruto’s wrist, and the golden light surged into the young dwarf’s body. Bruto looked like he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, let out a strange cry, and sprang up from his place, with the feeling of exhaustion seemingly completely gone.

"This is simply... rejuvenation!" Bruto looked incredulously at his hands, "Alright, now I’m really fine..."